The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Sunlight's illuminating a small, rural kitchen like it's mid-morning, the air's still and musty with old food smells. Uh, water's dripping from the faucet into a sink filled with mismatched dishes and silverware, while on the nearby counter, a perfectly circular portal to what looks like the surface of the moon just sort of... exists, its edges not interacting with the surrounding countertops or air. The sound of wind and dust moving in low gravity's coming from the portal, but the kitchen itself is totally quiet. Smells like burnt toast and something faintly metallic.